Chapter 97: : The reason I came

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"This was at the wedding of Uncle Nie and Aunt Bai. Aunt Bai was a student of Mom and now works at the research base. She helped Uncle Nie and asked her to come to Chang'an to see you again. Uncle Nie is already the person in charge of the base, When I came this time, I asked Uncle Nie and Aunt Bai to arrange."
"This is Mom's fortieth birthday. You see, her students spread the cake on her, which later became a cake battle, and everyone was a mess."
"This is the inauguration ceremony of Mom as the head of the history department. Mom is the hardest person I have ever seen and cares about every student. Her students love her very much."
"This is the mother who took me in Caotang Temple. The Caotang Temple in our era is completely different from the present. They are all refurbished buildings. The traces of the Yaoxing era can't be found at all. When you see your stupa, you cry For a long time..."
"This is my mother's funeral of my grandfather. My grandfather died of liver cancer when he was forty-six years old. My grandmother passed away because she missed my grandmother too last year. The death of my grandmother and grandmother made my mother sad for a long time..."
I turned over the pictures one by one under the candle and explained to Dad. From the time my mother returned at the age of thirty-three, to the forty-nine years before I came across to meet my father, there were more than a thousand photos recording the middle-aged years of the mother's sixteen years.
Dad wore reading glasses and carefully looked at each photo eagerly, with a deep attachment in his eyes. I whispered, "Dad, you said to Mom that you can't see her getting older. So I printed these photos before I came. Because I believe, you are eager to see how mom is getting older. ,Is it?"
Dad gently touched his mother's slightly vicissitudes face with his fingers, his eyes fluttering away, and he seemed to be immersed in the memories. Put her eyes on the photo again, with a knowing smile on the corner of her mouth: "She is not old, she has always been the appearance of her father's heart. It is quiet and serene, and radiant."
Thinking of Mom's style, I nodded. Although she doesn't look amazing, her body exudes an unparalleled unique charm, intellectual wisdom, calmness and understanding. People who have been with her will be attracted by her pure and sincere charm. In recent years, there are many suitors around her, and even male students are attracted to her, but she has politely refused.
"Where is this?" Dad picked up the last picture, and his mother looked pale and half lying on the bed. Compared with the previous photos, her face is much older. She lost a lot of hair because of chemotherapy, and her hair turned gray in three months.
"In the hospital." I hesitated and felt very hurt. I exhaled and said, "Mom fainted in class and has been in hospital for three months. But she gave up treatment and insisted on being discharged. I can't persuade her anyway, Can only come to you..."
His body trembles, the corners of his mouth tremble, and he looks at me eagerly. I sighed and decided to tell Mom my secret from Dad: "Dad, do you know how Mom got sick?"
I will tell him a little bit of the past. Explaining modern vocabulary didn't take much effort. Dad's high IQ and his understanding of the 21st century after getting along with his mother allowed him to quickly accept things that were too incredible for this era.
Mom passed through the accumulated radiation over and over again and eventually got leukemia. In order to save my life, Mom gave me a bone marrow transplant. In order to realize the promise of seeing him again in Chang'an, Ma paid a price that was not comparable. Dad finished listening with tears, and covered his face with his sleeves several times, crying in tears. All this, when I heard Uncle Nie and Aunt Bai when I was an adult, I shed tears, not less than Dad. Mom is the strongest and bravest woman I have ever seen. For love, she did so much! How many women in the world have such courage?
Dad's eyes were red and swollen, and I was holding my arm in a little fear: "She now... Is she now..."
"Dad, Mom can actually be saved." I quickly patted Dad's hand and comforted him, "I am her son, I can transplant my bone marrow to her. The technology is so advanced, bone marrow transplantation is just a common operation, to me There won't be any harm. But she doesn't want to..."
"Why?"
I was silent for a while and sighed heavily: "She said that my grandfather and grandmother have passed away and I am an adult. She has no worries in the world and can finally go to you in hell. She said, you waited in for 1,600 For years, she didn’t want you to wait any longer..."
The tears in the corner of Dad's eyes rolled down Qingqing's cheeks and dripped onto the monk's clothes, like a lotus.
"So, Dad, I'm here to find you..." Finally, when it came to the point, I couldn't help but swallow my throat before continuing, "You and Mom, you don't have to wait until to see you again, after all, it's too slim. If You can stay together during your lifetime. Are you willing to make a crucial decision?"
Dad looked at me, his eyes were extremely unbelievable and full of eager anticipation.
I bit the corner of my mouth and slowly said: "You go to our time, our family will meet. In this way, Mom will have the will to live."
He was shocked and inexplicable, chewing on my words, unable to recover for a long time. I know this is difficult for him to accept at once, and quickly explain: "Of course it is not going now. Your biographical record, you died in Changan on August 20, 11th year of Hongshi, 60 years old. Yao Xingyu Xiaoyao Garden burns dead bodies with fire in accordance with foreign laws, but it is not broken.
He frowned: "The salary is broken, but the tongue is not bad?"
"It's unbelievable, isn't it? It is this record that made me wonder: why is the salary broken, but the tongue is not bad?" I laughed, hoping that what I said next would not scare him, "because that The body is not a real person!"
Dad suddenly raised his head and stared at me: "Xiao Shi, you... you mean, really me, going to the future?"
I nodded: "With the help of our high-tech, we can make exactly the same dummy and tongue that will not burn."
He looked at him nervously: "Dad, would you like it? After completing the mission entrusted by the Buddha, it will completely disappear in this era in the way of the end of life, and then start a new life in the era of my mom and me."
Seeing his silence, I still can't digest my advice. I persuaded again: "In my time, it is common to live to eighty or ninety, even to one hundred years old. You follow me and you will be radiated. So once you arrive, Uncle Nie will arrange the best medical staff for you Check your body and treat any diseases in your body. And when I go back, I will also give my mother a bone marrow transplant. You and your mother can stay together for decades in our time."
There was a sense of uneasiness in his eyes, and I quickly explained: "Dad, you don’t have to worry, this matter is only known to Uncle Nie and Aunt Bai. They swear to me that they will keep this secret. So no one will treat you as an experiment, I No one will know your true identity in this era." Suddenly, he held his trembling hands and exhaled slightly. "You have been in love for a lifetime and you have never been together for so long. You must be looking forward to being with mom Old interdependence, right?"
He looked up at me, and his pale gray pupil shone with a strange crystal light: "Xiao Shi, you have to come again in four years, right?"
He didn’t answer me positively, but asked this question, and I stayed awake before saying:
Well, if you want, I have to go back and prepare a lot of things. Uncle Nie is customizing another set of anti-radiation clothes and crossing watches according to my body shape. , I still have to prepare a dummy. Of course, the most important thing is: to bring your news to Mom. Mom only has a will to survive before she will accept the bone marrow transplant operation. After the operation everything is fine, I will choose to 409 AD , That is, Yao Qinhong will come here before August 20th in eleventh year."
He was silent for a while, and suddenly looked at me: "Xiao Shi, you come and go twice, won't your body be damaged?"
"How can your mother be willing?" He sighed, with a tone of intolerance, "How can he be willing to be a father..."
I was shocked, touched in my heart, he was thinking about this. He comforted him with a smile: "Dad, I'm so young, I can carry it. Mom is staying here for too long, the radiation is accumulating slowly, and I have not been treated in time. And I will not stay too long twice, go back It will be checked afterwards, so nothing will happen."
Dad got up from the couch and slowly paced to the window. There was snow falling outside the window, and he was knocking on the mullion. He stared at a point in the void, silent. The tall and thin back was slightly rickety, lonely and clear.
I stood up and walked behind him. Taking out a piece of printed paper from the sleeve, hesitated: "Dad, this is a list of scriptures you translated. Would you like to see..."
"No need to look at it." He turned his head, his face pale, glanced at the paper in my hand, and shook his head, "There will be no change in seeing or not seeing. I would rather not see it for my father, so as not to have loose thoughts... "
I took back my hand pretendingly, and tore off the piece of paper. He quickly walked through several cases, picked up a book on the desk and looked through it, and then smiled at me who was standing aside: "Xiao Shi, help me grind for my father!"
I looked at him inexplicably. He smiled: "It's only four years, so I have to hurry up..."
I was overjoyed and quickly nodded. He came to him and sat down, helping him in a hurry. It's a pity that I really don't know how to fiddle with the four treasures of the study. When the ink is rubbed, the ink splashes on my hands, and I wiped my forehead again. Dad stopped writing and looked at me and smiled. I didn't understand it at first, and Dad suddenly clicked a bit on my forehead, and then laughed louder. I wiped it with my hands, and my hands were stained with ink. It must have been funny to think of my black appearance. Suddenly, I had a lot of fun. I dipped a little ink in my hands and wiped my dad's face.
Da Ya's elegant face was painted black and it looked funny. I was shocked for a while, then laughed. He looked at me and laughed, but he couldn't help but laugh, full of vicissitudes.
We laughed like this all the time. In the laughter, a strange warm current ironed me all around. It turned out that getting along with my father was not as detained as I was.
"Xiao Shi..." My hand was tightly held, and he still smiled, and there was a sparkle of light in the corners of his eyes. "I'm sorry, I have never raised you for one day for my father. Let your mother and son suffer..."
"Dad, don't blame you. You just can't think of it." I also smiled and bit my lip, "Mom said, you are the best father in the world..."
Feeling sore nose, do not want to cry in front of him, bow his head and continue to grind ink.
He kept watching me rubbing his eyes, and there was spoiling in his eyes. He asked softly, "Your mother said that you are still studying in your twenties, are you still a student?"
I proudly told him: "I finished my master's degree at the age of 20. My mother wanted me to continue my doctorate, but I applied for a patent when I was studying for a master's degree. I didn't want to waste time. I started the company before graduation. Then I found The investment bank invested in my project. Now the company’s performance is very good and it has been listed."
There are too many modern vocabulary. I explain to dad that the patent company is listed and so on. In many places, dad can't understand it, but he can quickly interpret it in his way of understanding. I admire him more and more, compared with him, I'm far away.
"Dad, you and your mother experienced famine when you were in Liangzhou, and you witnessed tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people starve to death, but you were unable to return to heaven when you were willing to save people. When I heard my mother talk about this history in middle school, I set my heart in my heart. : I hope to work on reducing human disasters. So I chose agricultural genetic engineering. When I was in college, I have been studying how to get rid of the inefficiency of planting on land."
Explaining modern vocabulary while telling Dad what I am doing: "Dad, the food is grown on the land, is it?"
Dad looked at me strangely and nodded.
I smiled slightly: "My company is a building with dozens of floors. Each floor is divided into several pipelines. The crops are grown in the culture medium of the pipeline. Simulated sunlight is irradiated by the area, and the temperature and humidity are all controlled manually. My company All of them are professional technicians who study agriculture. Grain is no longer farmed by farmers on the ground and no longer damaged by natural disasters. Instead, industrial workers produce it in a pipelined manner in the culture medium and artificial environment. This technology has been Promote all over the world. The population of my era is several thousand times larger than that of yours. Land is a scarce resource. Only in this way can you make the most of the limited land and produce the most food in space to satisfy so many people. Survival needs!"
I talk about dancing, talking about my major, I am always very excited. Too much modern technology is involved, and it takes a lot of time to explain. Dad listened patiently. Although there were too many doubts, he always asked me politely. In the end, he could understand part of it, sighing at the amazing technology of modern times, and nodded to me: "Xiao Shi, you are right..."
I have been praised by too many people and I have won many honors. But there is no compliment, which is comparable to being recognized by his father at this moment. My heart is warm and very comfortable. I think this is family love...
"Dad, you should go to sleep." Looking at the wrist watch, it was past midnight. I am young, it doesn't matter. Dad gets up early every day, not to mention he is already fifty-six.
"Not sleepy." He smiled softly. "Xiao Shi, I want to hear more from you..."
"Dad, let's talk tomorrow, I can stay here with you for ten days. Then go back before Mom's 50th birthday and give her your news as a birthday gift."
I helped Dad to sort out the photos in the few cases. Dad stood up, went to the cabinet and took out a rectangular box, and opened it cherished. Seeing my probe, he carefully showed me the contents inside one by one.
A stack of photos, full of my childhood, from the moment I was born to building a snowman in a research base. An old notebook curled up on the side of the page. My dad opened the notebook and showed me a photo of my mother and grandpa. The mother at that time was so young, she laughed like a pure blue sky. There are also several rusty razors and thick, thick cotton socks. There is a stack of sketching paper on which various poses of mom are drawn with pencils. I laughed a lot. My mother was so stupid when I was young.
Dad picked up a piece of paper, opened it to me, smiled and asked, "Remember?"
I stared at the childish font on it, writing it carefully one stroke at a time, and laughed dumbly: "Of course I remember."
Dad picked up everything and looked at it, wiped away the non-existent dust, then put it back carefully in order, and finally put the picture I brought him. Covering the box, he gently stroked the smooth appearance of the wooden box. His eyes were tender and watery, and he raised his eyes and smiled at me: "All these years, my father will come out and see it once a day. After a while, I have watched it for so many years..."
Dad raised his hands to wipe the corners of his eyes. The robes on his arms slipped slightly, revealing agate beads on my wrist like me. The candle light swayed, shining on the red beads, shining brightly. This bead embodies Dad’s promise to Mom...
I kept guarding my dad that night. I begged for several times, and finally Dad was willing to lie down. I was by his side, and I told him softly about my mom's life. His eyelids were sinking, and I slowly lowered my voice, and finally stopped. I stared at him who had fallen asleep. The face, eyes, forehead and neck are full of wrinkles, but the temperament is like a flower, and it smells like alcohol.
The corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, as if he was doing some good dreams. Tuck him in for the corners, stretch out the carpet, and sit on the floor beside the bed, with his head lying on the edge of the bed to watch him. My heart suddenly became very soft, as if there was something warm like cotton, gently brushing my apex. On the first night I spent with him, I stared at him by the side of his bed until I turned my head and fell asleep with a smile...